Ffolkes,
Reality continues to intrude upon the time I prefer to spend on line, but, needs must, Mr. Wyndigate (don’t ask…). Here is a most excellent pearl from the distant past (well, three or so years, anyway), to fill in for me today. I will make every effort to be back tomorrow… Lot’s going on, but, hopefully, it’ll all be no worries by then… Y’all have a good one….
gigoid, the dubious
Ffolkes,
Eyes grew heavy in the overly warm dining room, glazing into insensibility, as the world’s second most boring speech droned on interminably. To Darcy Simmons it seemed she fought with the Sandman himself to keep her eyes open, as she owlishly blinked, trying to wake up, though for the life of her, she couldn’t think of why. “There isn’t enough money in the world worth this,” she thought, “What was I thinking!” She gazed around her, seeking an excuse of any kind that would make it okay to run screaming from the room, when her eyes fell upon……
I know…. it’s rude to leave people hanging like that. You’ll just have to get over it, as my imagination just experienced a massive fail. What with the weird muscle spasms that are currently making my left leg twitch like a vulcanized frog, the incipient relatively high pain level we are…
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‘What with the weird muscle spasms that are currently making my left leg twitch like a vulcanized frog’
Good sentence!
grin
Thanks…. adversity brings out the muse, I guess…
*grin*
Here’s hoping all is well on the morrow, Ned.
Toodle-pip!
xoxoxo